SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Near the White wood tree…

The sun hung high in the sky, casting harsh rays through the thick canopy of trees. Kent, with his fists clenched, faced off against Tang Zi. Every punch, kick, and block was met with equal force. Tang Zi showed no mercy, his strikes precise and powerful.

Around them, Kent's spirit beasts—Jabil, the serpent beast, the fire Kirin and several tamed wild beasts were also engaged in their own fierce battles. Tang Zi had made sure that they, too, were pushed to their limits.

Jabil, in particular, struggled against wild beasts that were far stronger than him. His roars of frustration echoed through the forest as he was knocked down again and again, only to rise each time, more determined than before.

The training was ongoing from last ten days. Master Tang Zi paused Kent's relentless training of Tyrant physique and focused on improving Kent's physical combat.

Kent's body had undergone a transformation during these intense training sessions. His skin, once pale, had turned a hardened gray, a testament to the continuous strain and the lightning that had coursed through him during earlier training. His veins, now stark white, pulsed with energy, visible beneath the surface of his skin.

Every muscle shaped perfectly, his body sculpted by the relentless combat.

As the days passed, Kent's movements became more fluid, his reactions quicker, and his strikes more powerful. He began to push himself even harder, seeking to evoke the beastly instincts that were essential for his ultimate transformation.

Kent and Tang Zi continued their intense fight. Their movements were a blur,and punches were deafening. If these punches landed on a normal mage, he would die instantly. Kent's mind was focused solely on the fight, his body reacting instinctively to Tang Zi's every move.

Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the forest, Tang Zi called for a halt. Both master and disciple were drenched in sweat, their chests heaving with exertion. Kent stood tall, his body battered but unbroken.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Tang Zi looked at Kent with a mix of pride and satisfaction. "You've done well," he said, his voice gruff. "But remember, this is just the beginning of your life as a body mage. You must push beyond your limits and reach greater heights than me. Tomorrow, we will begin again."

Kent nodded, determination burning in his eyes. The Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering was fast approaching, and he needed to be prepared. There was no room for laziness.

As the night fell, Kent and his spirit beasts rested briefly, knowing that the next day would bring even greater trials. The journey to mastering the Storm God Tyrant Physique was far from over, but with each passing day, Kent grew stronger, more focused, and more determined to succeed.

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After two more days of physical combat, Kent went in search of a peak. After traveling an hour towards the southern side, he found a mountain which was enough for his purpose.

On the summit of a normal Mountain, Kent sat cross-legged, his brows knitted in intense focus as he chanted the incantation for Storm God's Wrath.

Dark clouds swirled above, blanketing the peak in shadow as rain poured relentlessly, drenching everything in sight. For two days, Kent had remained in this meditative position, barely moving, his frustration growing as he struggled to create and control his domain.

The golden lightning seed embedded in his forehead began to glow, helping him form an umbrella-shaped domain that stretched half a mile around him.

Yet, despite this progress, the lightning bolts within the domain were wild, unpredictable. They crackled and surged, refusing to obey his will.

Only by mastering this control could Kent truly wield the storm as his weapon, turning the chaotic energy into a deadly force against any who dared enter his domain.

A day passed like this and Kent still couldn't gain full control over the path of lightning inside his domain.

With a deep, frustrated sigh, Kent decided to change his approach. He stopped resisting the lightning's wild nature. Focusing all the storm's fury on himself, he let out a low, steady breath.

Tens of lightning bolts struck him with relentless power, each impact reverberating through his body like the roar of a dragon.

His anger flared, mingling with the raw power coursing through him. With a furious roar, Kent sprang to his feet, the storm intensifying around him. He began to perform the body mage exercises detailed in the Storm God Tyrant Physique manual.

Each stance, each mudra, was designed to harmonize his body with the storm's energy. As he moved, the direction of the lightning bolts shifted, striking precisely where he willed them to.

Days passed, with Kent barely resting, his body becoming more attuned to the lightening's power. The mountain he stood upon became a battlefield, the ground beneath him reduced to ash-gray powder by the relentless barrage of lightning strikes.

His every movement became more fluid, more confident, as he commanded the lightning with increasing precision.

But the true test was yet to come. The second phase of Storm God's Wrath loomed in his mind. A forbidden stage where he would need to burn his own blood drops with lightning energy to turn the domain into a nightmarish force of destruction.

For now, he controlled the urge to push further, knowing he needed to master the first phase completely before even considering the next.

With each passing day, Kent's mastery grew. The storm began to respond to his commands with greater accuracy, the lightning obeying his will. Yet, in the back of his mind, the challenge of the second phase lingered, a dark promise of the power that lay ahead if he could conquer it.

But finally, he controlled the urge to try the forbidden second stage of Storm God's wrath. His intuition warned him about the consequences of a forbidden spell. Kent kept the matter aside, thinking that he might use this forbidden domain if needed in the battlefield.

The time for Immortal beast spirit gathering is approaching and Kent decided to fill the Divine-quiver before departing to the blue-planet.